Of course not:

“Well that was unexpected,” she says, pulling the chair back, sitting in the wet urine and sliding forward to you.

Exhausted, you lift your head and bury it between her legs, your tongue and jaw are in pain and cramping at this point. But you don’t dare stop.

“After the timer goes off, I’m going to take a shower. I left the maid outfit in your room, I expect you to dress in it, and clean up this mess. Then you will wait on your knees by the door for me to leave. When I am gone you can go and get dressed in whatever you please. Understood?”

“Yesh,” you say from between her legs.

“Good girl, hopefully this will teach you not to stay out without my permission again.”

You keep licking until the timer goes off, your mom pushes back from you again.

“Good girl, now clean up,” She says standing and walking towards the stairs, she leaves footprints on the tile leading to the bottom step, where she wipes the urine off her feet on the tile before stepping on the carpet.

You just kneel there for a moment trying to will yourself to move, but you’re just too humiliated at this point. You smell like piss, the taste of your mom’s pussy juices doesn’t even cover the taste of Kathy’s urine in your mouth.

For a moment you feel completely helpless. And the tears just start flowing down your face. You sit there, sobbing, and covered in other people’s piss. Wishing that you could just wake up from this nightmare.

But no one is coming to save you, not right now.

Eventually you stand up, urine dripping to the puddle beneath you. You know if you walk while still wearing this that you’ll just make a bigger mess. So you peel off the wet clothing and do your best to squeeze as much of the sisters’ piss out of it in place. Then you walk to the downstairs bathroom, putting it all into the washing machine. Even still you’re dripping, but you’ve wasted enough time, and you don’t want to know what happens if the floor isn’t clean before your mom needs to leave.

You walk up the stairs, doing your best not to get them too wet. When you get back to your room the maid outfit is sitting on your bed, you grab it and it feels damp still. Lifting it up you see your underwear from yesterday is there with a damp note that says “you can wash these actually.”

You sigh, looking at your bed where the blanket is still wet. Your mom had just dropped the whole thing on your bed without cleaning it. Laundry would definitely be done, you decide.

You get dressed in the damp outfit and walk back down stairs.